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Wednesday, March 28


“I believe it is what you make it, and it is made up of kismet and fateful coincidences. We have always had dominion over the course; it's just that we have limited options, so I don't think it is unfair. Things happen for a reason and we meet people only to help us know who we are.”

Monday, March 26


You held me from the waist
My head, on your shoulder lies
My hands held your face
You looked me through the eyes

I see myself
A few hair strands turning white
Weary, puffy eyes
Yet wearing a smile that’s bright

Then I look at you
With a cute button nose,
Your porcelain skin,
And a youthful face that glows

We, both, looked in mirror
And saw a reflection of you and me
We look elated, in love
This is how it’s supposed be

~my entry to Magpie Tales
*photo by Duane Michals c/o Tess Kincaid

Sunday, March 25


I can never get mad at you, that’s one thing I found out.

We’ve been through highs and lows, but look at us...

We’re still here, together

Thank you for being my only giant orb with the universe in it.

Thank you for giving me a warm, fuzzy feeling whenever I feel down.

And I’d be forever grateful to you for being my inspiration, for bringing out the best in me, for believing in me, and for loving me.

Happy 7th monthsary, C!

I love you!

Saturday, March 24

Woods of the East

An invite was all it needed. 

 From there, the schedule of the meet up was finalized. I told myself, "It’s going to happen, I know it will."

And it did, despite…

the traffic,
the waiting for C,
the change of venue,
more traffic...

It was fun hanging out with a bunch of interesting people. 

Thank you, Ryan, Nox, Yas, Jap and friend, Babit & friend, and Leo & Nimmy for the fun last night.

Till next time!

Monday, March 19

Fix You

Upon seeing the prompt, Coldplay’s song was the first thing that came to mind. Eugenie, this one’s for you:

Fix You

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

 *photo credit
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down on your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down on your face
And I...

Tears stream down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
And I...

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tuesday, March 13

I Miss You, Too

Is it just me?

Or was it really you that I saw?

I saw your face in the crowd.

I know that face that stood out from a sea of people at the train station. Then, it dawned on me.

The roads I tread everyday aren’t the same as yours.

But I followed you until I’m about a couple of feet near you; so I could catch a glimpse of your face.

He wasn’t you.

Was that your perfume?

The one that smells of tea leaves?

I can smell you from somewhere.

There was a tingling sensation on my nostrils because of a familiar fragrance that wafted in the air.

I breathed in.

I followed where the fragrance was coming from, and it led me to someone else. Not you.

Was that your voice?

I thought I heard you calling my name.

I searched for you.

You weren’t around; it wasn’t you.

I called you instead.


I smiled.

That is why I try to call, every now and then, to check out on you.

Your laughter, your inquisitive pitch, your engaging tone; they’re enough to get me through the day.

Am I dreaming?

There's a mirage of you in the heat of summer's day

 The sun is bright, scorching; my throat is parched.

I guess I'm half awake.

There were times that at night, after saying our good nights, I’d leave a space on my bed for you.

I wish you were beside me.

I’d put a pillow there, in your absence.

I hunger for your touch.

I’d close my eyes as my hands mimic yours; how you slowly caress parts of me.

My fingers would trace parts of me where you planted your kisses.

I yearn for the feel of your body against mine.

So you asked, “do you ever really miss me?”

I do.

I miss you.

I long for you.

*my entry to Magpie Tales
*photo credit

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